Julia: Whoah whoah whoah, Josh, you have just said ten...ten supportive things to me in a row. Why are still so nice to me?
Josh: You really want to know? It's research, for a story I'm writing.
Josh: Yeah, it's about this guy... sort of unprepossessing, neurotic, but in a good way, guy, who's got a problem.
Julia: Other than being neurotic?
Josh: Yeah. See, there's this woman. This mysterious, haunted, beautiful...
Josh: ...and he just can't stop asking her out, no matter how many time she says no. So my being nice to you is pure research.
Charlie: You gotta hear this, okay, 'cause Kirsten and me - we're together. And that's changed too many times and it's not changing anymore.
Sarah: Is that who I am? Sort of a mother, but not really. Maybe a wife, but not quite. I mean, is that me? 'Cause I don't know. Y'know, maybe I'm running away from that, maybe I'm afraid to feel happy in that role because I'm nineteen and I feel like I should want more for myself. Bailey, maybe I can't write this essay because I know exactly who I am, and I'm just afraid to say it out loud.
Sarah: I can't write this thing. I have to answer one simple question, right? Who am I? But if I have to leave town and you and my life to figure that out, what does that say?
Kirsten: Daphne, she's yours, and I never for one second pretended that she was mine.
Daphne: Who said anything about that?
Daphne: You still married to Paul?
Daphne: That happened fast!
Julia: Each guy I've been with has sort of been the answer to the one who came before. It wasn't me choosing so much as ricocheting.
Julia: I'd like to, Josh...
Josh: I'm sensing a 'but' in there... a 'but' or a 'however.'
Sarah: The exterminator guy was supposed to stop by and check the traps! Y'know, Tim... Tom... Ted. Augh. I'll call him in the morning.
Bailey: No, I will call in the morning.
Sarah: Will you remember, Bailey, or should I write it down?
Sarah: Sarah! Really. Tim...Tom...Ted. I got it covered, okay, I'll take care of it.
Kirsten: That doorbell could ring now or later on tonight or a year from now, and that's not a good feeling.
Claudia: You're not my dad. You're not even Charlie, so stop trying to be. I can take care of myself. I've been doing that for awhile now.
Perry: Julia, what do you want from me? Okay, because whatever I do, I just can't seem to get it right for you.
Perry: You don't let any moss grow, do you?
Sarah: Okay, picture this. Mountain tops. Sunrise. Sonoma Heights. Me in a pup-tent and my lap-top plugged into the camper's friend power-source at the campsite.
Bailey: I'm picturing. I'm confused, but I'm picturing.
Claudia: Charlie, he's so set on proving that he can do it all, do US all, he's not even Bailey anymore.
Charlie: Somebody's gotta keep an eye on him, or he's gonna need a bypass by the time he's 21.
Julia: I love the way I feel when I'm with you, y'know. I love talking to you, and writing with you... even arguing with you has had its moments.